The rain outside was falling calmly, scattered into the arms of Mother Earth. Last time I went home, my father in his eighties kept saying that there was less rain this year and there were more berries in the fields.

The rain outside fell calmly, scattered into the arms of Mother Earth.

Last time I went home, my father in his eighties kept saying that there was less rain this year, and there were more berries in the fields.

Cornberry head

Berry head, for so long that I didn't like to provoke a thorn. At this time, my heart was stretched and my thoughts drifted to the distance...

It was a rainy afternoon, the sun was hidden behind the clouds, the wind was blowing the moisture, and the air was filled with the smell of water vapor. The water vapor is hot, and it is mixed with the sweat on the body, giving people a sense of escape.

But on this afternoon, my sister and I, as well as a few sisters in the village, were tied in the sorghum field to find the head of a berries.

The sorghum ears have not been spit out yet, and the head of the mutton has not exposed its mouth. But children born in rural areas know that the head of a berries and sorghum ears are different. My sister and other sisters know each other, but I am the only one. My sister taught me a few times, but I still couldn't tell it clearly.

The embryo of the head of the berries is spit out, and the sorghum ears do not have that protruding feeling. If you don’t believe it, you see, this is the head of the berries. So my sister bent over the sorghum, and broke the sorghum ears in a flash. She opened them, revealing her white and fat head, which was particularly cute.

My sister taught me while breaking the head of the mandarin. After a while, I broke it, wrapped it with sorghum leaves, placed it on the stalks, and then started to break the head of the berry again.

I doubt my vision. Every time I look like a head of a mutton, I have to tear open the sorghum belly with my hands to verify it. Not only is it wasted time, but my sister also made me say to me while hitting the head of a mutton. Don’t tear the sorghum ears if you don’t make a good judgment, otherwise it will affect the growth of sorghum.

But I didn’t care about it or prepare my sister, and secretly tear it apart to check if it was a head of berries.

The other sisters saw me like this and said that I looked smart. I didn’t expect you to be so stupid and would destroy sorghum from time to time.

Of course I was not convinced at that time! What does it have to do with you whether I am stupid or not? Is it your turn to talk about it? The only one who made the sisters in the same village far away from me was the eldest sister. She used her eyes from time to time, for fear that I would play tricks.

Just when I was about to break the head of a berry, the sister over there suddenly said, don’t break it, that’s not!

sorghum berry head

Why is it not? I looked at my sister in confusion and looked at sorghum again. How could it be? Isn't it also protruding?

Sister said that this is different from the bulge of the head of the berries. The bulge of the berries is hard and soft. This is clearly the sorghum ears are about to spit out.

I don’t believe it, and I want to break it. My sister said, if you don’t believe it, you pinch it with your hands, it gives people a different touch than a head of a berry.

is really! When I touched it with my hands, I had to admire my sister's eyesight.

My sister is better than me in everything except studying. After my sister left, my mother said that my sister clearly came to repay her kindness.

Yes, my sister is here to repay her kindness. After dropping out of school in the fourth grade, my sister went to work in a clothing factory. She taught me all the money I earned to support me in school. She was married and my niece was less than ten years old, so my sister left.

After my sister left, my niece also dropped out of school and often came to my house. My mother treated her as her daughter, and so did me. So the niece has a deep relationship with her parents.

Want to pretend to be corn? Is it done?

Now my niece has grown up and got married, and the children are already in their teens. It’s time for my sister and mother to rest assured!

Dad sat on the aisle stool and said, "The peaches on the cabinet are going to break down, why don't you eat them?"

The peaches were brought by my niece. My niece and her son-in-law sell fruits. Every time she sees her grandfather, she has to choose all kinds of fruits, each of which is two or three.

Every time my niece comes, my dad will say, "What are you doing!" But every time I receive a call from my daughter, my dad will sit in the aisle at the outer door and look east from time to time. I know that my father is afraid that his niece will delay the time to sell fruits, and he is looking forward to her coming. He is always entangled in conflicts. In fact, how much he hopes that his foreign girl will come to see him!

The outer girl is the only flesh and blood left by her eldest sister. She is closest to her grandma and is better than me.

Her home is closest to our hometown, but it is more than ten miles away. But the outer girl always takes a break from her busy schedule and comes to see her grandfather from time to time, which is more frequent than me. The things I brought were more thoughtful than me and were loved by my dad.

I am an unflattering existence. Especially on such rainy days...